05/12/2023
It had been six months since I'd lost my last beloved companion, and I was finally ready to adopt again.
I searched the local rescues and saw there was a new dog coming in that had just been pulled from a kill shelter. The rescue had actually said no to this scrawny bag of bones when the shelter called, but the shelter volunteer was determined and brought him to the rescue anyway. He was emaciated and at 18 months, he weighed only 9 pounds. He was so wobbly, his back legs had trouble holding him up and his kennel cough had turned into pneumonia.
I showed up at the rescue the next day...
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